outruns Gunman

The gunman had a big lead on me, but I had an advantage he didn’t. I’d already been inside the house. I knew the layout, and I knew where Mort was holed up.
Oh. Plus I could run through freaking walls.
Granted, I think it would have been more fun to be Colossus than Shadowcat. But you take what you can get, and any day you’ve merely got the powers of an X-Man can’t be all that bad. Right?
I gritted my teeth and plunged through the wall into Mort’s kitchen and ran for the study, several steps ahead of the gunman.
“Mort!” I shouted. “Mort, they brought a hitter with them this time! There’s a gunman running around your house!”
“What?” demanded Mort’s voice from the far side of the ghost-dusted door. “Where’s Stuart?”
“Dammit, Mort, he’s hurt!” I called.
There was a brief pause, and then Mort said, as if baffled, “How did that happen?”
I was getting impatient. “Focus, Mort! Did you hear me? There’s a frigging gunman loose in your house!”


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